The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

Blood dripped from the cold sword, shocking the noisy crowd.

Wei Rong's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Under his feet was a headless corpse. The blood spurting out of the corpse dyed the hem of Wei Rong's clothes red. The long sword in his hand pointed at the people in front of him who were tied up by the guards.

"You all, there's no need to quarrel or make a fuss. Whether it's early or late, we'll all die, including your nine clans."

The people who had been shouting on the dike to protect it before were now all kneeling there, shaking like sieves, not knowing whether they were frightened or cold.

As for other places, except for the guards under Wei Rong, the situation was already in chaos.

The attendants of the Eastern Palace, the officials from various government offices and counties, and the common people watching the excitement from afar.

After everyone realized that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had fallen into the water, those who could swim jumped in to save him, and those who could run fast ran downstream to intercept him.

There were also those who were kneeling on the ground, crying and kowtowing continuously, but now, seeing Wei Rong's sword stained with blood and murderous intent, they all became quiet.

Bai Miao stood behind Wei Rong, watching the strong wind in the sky roll the dark clouds together. Under the dim sky, the rain became heavier.

The rain, drop by drop, fell on Bai Miao's body, more like sharp arrows piercing his heart.

He never figured out how the Crown Prince fell into the river. There were countless eyes watching, but no one could explain the details of how the Crown Prince fell into the water.

In just a moment, the person was already in the water.

Looking at the weather and the water level, if anything happened to the Crown Prince, none of them would survive and would be buried with him. All they could do now was to find him, alive or dead.

Now, for these people, flood control, flood fighting, and disaster relief are no longer important. As for the people of the world, haha, when their own nine clans are about to be wiped out, who would have the heart to care about other people's floods?

"General Wei, if we can't find His Highness before dark, we'll have no choice but to break the dike and release the water. What do you plan to do?"

In this noisy environment, Bai Miao's voice was not loud, but in Wei Rong's ears it sounded like thunder.

Wei Rong understood what Bai Miao meant. If they couldn't find the prince before dark, then there would be no hope after dark. By then, even if the river water didn't overflow the dam, they would have to destroy the dam to release the water and look for the prince's body. Otherwise, it would be a serious crime to fail to protect the prince and let His Royal Highness fall into the water. It would be another serious crime if they couldn't find the prince or even his body. If His Majesty thought of His Royal Highness the Prince soaking in the cold water and being eaten by fish and shrimp, then the emperor's anger would not be appeased even if their ancestral graves were dug up. But if the river dam was opened, even if one civilian died as a result, the infamy of the world, and even the future generations, would never be washed away.

If, at this moment, there was anyone with the surname Yan present, and said a few words for the sake of the world, for the people, and for the Great Yan Dynasty, then the dam might not have been broken.

However, at this time, in this place, only Wei Rong had the highest official rank, the chief guard of the Eastern Palace, and he had the privilege of temporarily taking over the local military and political affairs when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince encountered an accident. Only he could make this decision, and only he could bear this infamy, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Wei Rong did not speak, nor did he look at Bai Miao behind him. His eyes were fixed on the rushing river in front of him, thinking of what his uncle, the Minister of the Central Palace, had warned him.

"Since the founding of the country, the Wei family has been the sword in your majesty's hand and the shield in front of him. The sword and shield do not need recognition, let alone friends. The Wei family is only a lone minister. The Wei family also only recognizes the person sitting on the throne."

So his uncle is His Majesty's Zhonglang Ling, and he is now the Chief Guard of the Eastern Palace. After the crown prince ascends the throne, he will be the Zhonglang Ling of the new emperor.

Now that the prince has gotten into trouble in front of him, it is his dereliction of duty and his shame. He cannot hear the scolding behind him, but he cannot bear the shame now.

"If we can't find your highness before dark, we'll destroy the dike and release the water."

When Bai Miao heard Wei Rong's decision, his heart tightened. He had climbed up from the bottom step by step, and in his heart, the people were more important than the rich and powerful. If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was alive, he could offer his loyalty, but now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's life or death was unknown, and he was even on the verge of death. So, the living Crown Prince and the dead Crown Prince did not have the same weight in his heart.

"Or, ask Princess Jinshan." Just now, Bai Miao and Wei Rong meant that he should ask Princess Jinshan to take charge of the situation. As long as she was still named Yan, she would not dare to abandon the people. But who would have thought that this young general would take the blame on himself.

"No need." Wei Rong's answer was very powerful.

Facing Bai Miao's puzzled look, Wei Rong whispered, "The Wei family has only one master. No one else, even if they have the surname Yan, is allowed."

"..." Bai Miao really wanted to point at Wei Rong's nose and curse, 'You are a fool? You only have one master, and if you don't handle it well, your master will become fish food. Can you bear the blame for destroying the dike, releasing water, and harming the people?'

Bai Miao wanted to persuade him further, but seeing Wei Rong's determined look, he really didn't know how to start.

Wei Rong was also regretting in his heart, damn, he forgot about Princess Jinshan. The main reason was that for Wei Rong who lived in the capital, this princess was basically a nobody, so he didn't remember her for a while.

But now that the words have been spoken, I can't just go back on my word when Bai Miao mentioned it, that would make me look like a mean person. So I'd better wait for him to persuade me a few more times before I agree, which would save my face.

Then... two people, one waiting for the other to persuade, while the other didn't know how to start.

Silence, silence...

A fat figure jumped out of the water, stretched out his hand, climbed up the stone edge, climbed onto the embankment, and fell in front of Wei Rong and Bai Miao.

"Jinbao?" Bai Miao recognized that this person was Gengjin among the Tianganwei.

No one expected that Jinbao, who weighed nearly 200 kilograms, was the person with the best water element among the heavenly stems.

Jin Bao wiped the water off his face and sat up with Bai Miao's help.

"What's the situation?" Wei Rong didn't know Jin Bao's specific identity. He only knew that there was a group of people following Bai Miao, and they all worked for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"There was a landslide ahead, and the river was full of mud and rocks. You couldn't see anything in the water, and people couldn't get through."

After hearing Jin Bao's words, Wei Rong's heart almost sank. Even if he let the Crown Prince go, he was afraid that he would not be able to find the body of the Crown Prince.

Wei Rong felt his legs go weak, and if it weren't for the sword in his hand, he felt like he would fall down.

"Ahem!" Jin Bao coughed up two mouthfuls of water and said, "I saw Master Yun and His Highness."

"Where?" If Wei Rong had the 'three highs', Jin Bao's two sentences would be enough to send him away directly.

“After the landslide, it disappeared again.”

Wei Rong: o(≧口≦)o

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